“Do some magic for me,” said the frog.
The other frogs croaked crossly.
“You’ve got to ask politely,” one said.
“Don’t see why. She does magic for that firebird and
that ogre girl.”
“They’re her friends, Splotch. You’re not her friend.”
“Does it matter?”
The other frogs laughed. ‘It matters,’ one said.
‘’If I had more bugs than I can eat, I might give some
to you, because you’re my friend. If you weren’t, I’d expect you to ask
politely.’
‘Sorry.” The big frog cleared its throat and started
again. “Please, unicorn, would you do some magic for me?”
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